Forgetfulness / Hart Crane

Forgetfulness is like a song
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,
Outspread and motionless, --
A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.

Forgetfulness is rain at night,
Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child.
Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree,
And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,
Or bury the Gods.
I can remember much forgetfulness.





遗忘 / 哈特·克兰

遗忘像一首歌
它脱离节拍和旋律，四处漫游。
遗忘像一只鸟，有着一对和谐的翅膀，
伸展开，岿然不动，——
顺着风不知疲倦地滑翔。

遗忘是一场深夜的雨，
或者一座森林里的老房子，——或一个孩子。
遗忘是白色的，——和被雷电击中的树一样白，
它也许会使女巫震惊而变成先知，
也许会埋葬诸神。
我记得很多遗忘。

好诗好译，赞！健忘比遗忘贴切